This story happened two summers ago and may not be paranormal, but
it sure freaked me and my buddies out and every once in awhile we still
talk about "The Phantom Hit." Me and two friends were up late and
we came up with the bright idea of chucking rocks at cars that passed by
my friend's house. We took handfuls of rocks and whipped them at
cars and if we hit one we would run like hell. We moved to a busier
street and hid by some bushes. This one car was coming and we each had
one rock. I almost never threw because I felt too guilty if I hit
a car. My friends both threw their rocks. My one friend's rock
clearly bounced across the road and landed in the grass, I saw it happen.
My other friend hit the car and it made a huge THWACK! sound when it hit
the car. The car didn't stop so we were relieved but not five seconds
later we heard another THWACK that sounded exactly like the first one.
Exactly like the first one. Only one rock had hit the car, I had
not thrown, and my other friend had missed. Unless some other kids
had decided to throw rocks at cars at the exact same time, and one hit
the exact same car not five seconds after my friend's did, we could find
no explanation. I'm sure you're thinking there must be some other
explanation but I promise you it was the exact same sound. That is
the only weird thing like that that has ever happened to me. Lame
when compared to other's stories, but it still freaked us out.

THE BABYBED

By: southerncomfort42164@yahoo.com

MY GRANDPARENTS LIVED ON THE HOCKER FARM IN BEAVERDAM, KENTUCKY. EVERY OTHER WEEK-END, I'D GO TO THEIRHOUSE. I WAS ABOUT FOUR YEARS OLD. MY GRANDMOTHERSUGGESTED THAT I TAKE A NAP, AND WHEN I AWOKE MYGRANDFATHER WOULD TAKE ME TO THE BARN WITH HIM TO FEEDTHE HORSES. BEING AS TIRED AS I WAS AND HAD ALREADYGOTTEN INTO A LOT OF TROUBLE HAVING GOTTEN MY "HINDEND" SPANKED SEVERAL TIMES, I DECIDED THAT WAS A GOODIDEAL! SO, I CLIMBED INTO MY BABY BED FOR MY NAP.(YES, I REALIZE AT FOUR, BEING IN A BABY BED ISRIDICULOUS, BUT IT WAS GOOD AND STURDY. DESPITE THEFACT THAT BEING HER ONLY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THIS DAY,THAT WOMAN WOULD HAVE LOVED TO HAVE KEPT ME LITTLEFOREVER!) I LAID THERE UNTIL MY EYES WERE SHUT BY THE"SAND MAN". I SLEPT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR. WHEN I AWOKE,I HEARD GRANDADDY'S VOICE IN THE KITCHEN. TOO LAZY TOGET UP, I LAID THERE LISTENING TO THE COMFORTING SOUNDOF HIS VOICE AS HE TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER, NOT TO BESPANKING MY "HIND END" ANY MORE BECAUSE I WAS JUSTBEING A LITTLE GIRL. THEN, SUDDENLY, MY BABY BEDROLLED OUT FROM THE CORNER, ROLLED THROUGH THE DOORAND DOWN THE ENTRANCE INTO THE LIVING ROOM! ISCREAMED IN A TERRIBLE PANIC! OF COURSE MYGRANDPARENTS CAME RUNNING TO THE BEDROOM TO SEE WHATWAS WRONG, JUST TO LOOK DOWN THE HALL INTO THE LIVINGROOM SEEING ME LAYING "SCARED TO DEATH" SCREAMING INMY BABY BED! GRANDADDY SAID "DON'T BOTHER MYGRANDDAUGHTER ANYMORE!!!", AS LOUD AS HE COULD. IDON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT HE WAS TALKING TO AND DON'TREALLY CARE!!! HOWEVER, I'VE HEARD MY FATHER SAY THATWHEN HE LIVED THERE, HIS BLANKETS THAT HE COVERED UPWITH AT NIGHT WOULD END UP ON THE LIVING ROOM COUCHSEVERAL TIMES THROUGH-OUT THE WEEK. AND OUR GERMANSHEPHERD WAS ALWAYS BARKING AND WINING AT THE CELLARDOOR! MY GRANDMOTHER HAS SAID THAT WHEN COOKING,THINGS THAT SHE HAD JUST GOTTEN DOWN FROM THE CUBBARDWOULD BE MOVED!

Haunted Room

By: FAEMEDIC@aol.com

We (me and my 8 month pregnant wife) had just purchased an
older home inUpper Yucaipa. The house was built in 1956 and a room was
added on in the earlyto mid 1980’s. A year after our son was born, I was in the
master bathroom when Iheard a woman’s voice say, “What are you doing?” I opened
the door and went intothe living room, to find my wife sleeping on the sofa. A few
nights later, I wasworking a 24-hour shift. My wife was woken by a noise and
saw a light in thehallway. She said it was blue in color and was hovering in
the hallway outside ourroom. The light was in the shape of a ball floating 4 feet
off the ground. After a fewmin. the light went away. Four months ago, I was giving my
son a bath in themaster bathroom. He turned toward me and looked over my shoulder.
My son hada fixed gaze. I turned around thinking it was my wife.
No one was there, I then feltan ice-cold chill go through me. When the chill went away
my son was looking outthe door, then he turned to me and started playing again.

2 Freaky Experiences

By: arumson@email.msn.com

Deep Ghost Voiceok this is a couple years ago i was going to see my dad i knocked
on hisdoor and i heard a deep voice mumble i opened the door no one was
there iwas tring to keep calm i went to find my mother she said dad left
half anhour ago to go to Shaws.

Spirit at 1.00 a.m.i woke up at 12.51.Iwas wide awake at 12.59 a minute later i saw
my motherlooking at me from my room you could see the hallway when the door
is openthe door was open and i saw my mother in her night gown i said mom
after aminute she just walked away i got out of bed she was gone i thought
she wasin her room already i walked through her open door she as sound
asleep withmy father i thought she might be sleep walking because she usally
checks onme /Then i thought it can,t be she was kind of fuzzy and her eyes
where wideopen.Then it hit me either her spirit or my grandpa discised because
he diedway before i was born.

Painful Haunting

By: deanna@lizettesgothshop.com

Stumbled upon you. Your sincerety seems very genuine. I think this
will be more of a therapy process for me. So here goes...

In 1996 my fiance and I purchased a home in North Carolina and began
work on our little dream house immediately. My husband to be was a carpenter
so I had my own 'handy man'. This was going to be great! It only took a
few days for me to start noticing that I just didn't feel wanted in the
home. There were days that I thought "I love this house I feel so at 'home'
when I'm here". The sun shining in through the windows, the birds chirping
outside, people popping in to welcome us to the neighborhood. But...I still
had those moments that I could litterally feel someone watching me. As
work continued on the house and the wedding plans falling into that frantic
pace, I was diverted from not really focusing on that 'watched feeling'. The wedding was so tender and sweet and everyone of our friends
along with family turned out in their best attire. We were so delighted
with how well and smoothly the entire day went. We had a small honeymoon
,the house took all of our money so a couple of nights is all we got. We
got all settled in the evening back from the honeymoon and retired for
the evening. Our mattress and boxsprings on the floor we snuggled up for
our first night in our new home together as husband and wife. Being newleyweds
ofcourse it didn't take much snuggling for it to turn to more. And then
it happened...right in the middle of our "snuggling" I saw it for the first
time. Just standing at the foot of our bed. It was very tall and dark.
I whispered to my husband that someone was at the foot of our bed and he
quickly grabbed the gun that had a place by the bed and it dissappeared.
My husband asked, "where the hell is someone? There is nothing there!".
I told him everything that I saw. The part that shook me up was that well...we
had tore out a small closet in the bedroom to make it bigger. We found
all kinds of things between the walls that were of that period. The house
remind you was very old. There was no way these things could have gotten
in there. My husband being a construction worker looked for a reasonable
explaination (he didn't believe in any hoogy-boogy stuff. No way could
he figure this out so we just brushed the whole thing under the rug. I
proceeded to tell him the big black figure flew up inside the closet! He
just looked at me and said it was only my eyes playing tricks on me. I
had a very hard time falling to sleep that night. Time and life went on
in our little home. Friends over on the weekends playing cards releaving
the weeks stress. Yes, this was a happy time.I happened to mention to one
of our guests one night about the fact that our little dog Sasha would
lay in the guest bedroom all the time and growl at the closet in there.
I thought this to be odd since it was my closet that I thought I saw the
shadow float up into. Why did she not growl at my closet? So as scared
as I could possibly be I decided the next day to empty out this closet
just to help my fear. I felt as though the entire time someone was there.
I can't explain this feeling other than it's a feeling you will never forget
once you've experienced it. I never opened that closet door again. Sightings
of this dark,tall shadow started to be a frequent thing for me but I never
mentioned it to my husband. I was afraid he would think I was loosing it.
The sightings quickly turned into things being moved around. Mainly just
small objects that I was momentarily using at the time. Such as a hair
brush. When I would lay it down to spray my hair it would be gone when
I would reach back for it. That should tell you how focused in on my hair
I was. I would find my house keys outside on our back porch in the washer
and odd stuff like that. This soon turned to having something litterally
sit next to me on the couch at all times of the day and night. I stood
in the doorway to our living room one evening and watched the impression
of someone sit down in a chair. Complete with the wicker chair crackling
from the weight of NOTHING? Why could I not see the shadow during these
times. It was like it would let me see it when it wanted to. Is this possible?
Within a year the honeymooners were fighting all the time. I finally got
up enough nerve to ask him if he had ever seen this shadow figure, seen
or heard anything or ever felt like being watched. Yes to all the above.
I don't know if I was releived or frightened more by this. I decided that
I had to get out of there so I packed a suitcase and went home to mom &
dad. Within a weeks time my husband was hanging little tine handmade nooses
up all over our cute little house. This scared me enough that I quickly
returned back to the house to try and figure out what in the world he was
doing. It didn't take long to find out that within that week he had started
having these strange black out spells and threatening suicide! To make
this painful story short I did all I thought I could do and moved out to
leave him in that haunted hell hole. A few weeks later I got "the phone
call". My husband had hung himself in the very closet that I had seen the
shadow go into. If anyone has any advice on what this could have been please
help. NOTE; This house was not haunted to my knowledge prior to this. I
knew the lady that lived there. Her and her husband were the original owners.
Her husband passed away leaving her the house. I don't know if he passed
in the house. I never got to ask her that. She died after she sold us the
house and moved into a nursing home. Thanks for any suggestions. Oh, I
should say that this experience has turned me into a huge ghost lover.
You would think I'd be a big chicken now. This is by far my worst haunting.
I have had many. I'm remarried now and have this sort of weird shit to
happen all the time. My mother does to. We have thought about seeking questions.
Can there be people that pick up spirits while out and bring them home?
Well, Thank you for the chance to tell my story. Let me know if you want
more.

Smith College

By: coffeekultist@hotmail.com

Hi, my name is Evan and I am currently checking with students at
SmithCollege for stories of paranormal activity on campus.I noticed your list of "haunted places" and (geez, thanks alot!)
now I'mtotally interested. I just posted a request on the campus online
forum thisafternoon and I just recieved a reply from a student living in Martha
WilsonHouse...she had alot to say. After she grants permission, I hope
to forwardher story to you guys, as well as any other info I get. I've heard
rumoursthat on campus, there are other areas that are possibly haunted
but aren'tmentioned on your site. My girlfriend (a senior at Smith) told me
aboutspending a night in the infirmary (heath services building) and
was grabbedby unseen hands. Other places could include the daycare center (across
thestreet from the infirmary),Morrow House's Maids Corridor, and Baldwin
House.I have become extremely interested in stories regarding Smith and
the NoHoAsylum, especially due to the age of both locations and the fact
that theyare located in extremely close proximity with each other.If you guys have any info regarding the asylum (I'm a Canadian and
wouldhate to be deported for trespass), I would appreciate it.I'll keep you guys posted about these places before I head to Seattle(permanently) in July.Anyhow, I really enjoyed your site...spooky!

Ghost stories: My experience

By: fire4luke@netscape.net I was a Security officer at Modesto Jr. College. It has two
campuses and the West campus Law Enforcement training facility used to
be the old State Hospital. While on rounds there we had to check all of
the windows on the barrack type buildings to make sure that they were closed.
I would walk what was called the 1/4 mile hallway first to make sure all
of the doors on the hallway were locked. Many times I would have to chase
down subjects that would be at the other end of the hallway and then turn
the corner.... but as you would guess when I would get there no one would
be in the dead-end hallway. The people would be dressed in hospital gowns
and were usually older males approx. in their 70's. One time while in class,
a group of students observed a older male in his 70's walk right through
the room they were sitting in and disappear down the hall. When they followed
him, he vanished. Apparently when the hospital was in operation, many unexplained
deaths occurred in a short per!iod of time.

Great Grandma

By: sarash11@hotmail.com

Not long after my Great-Grandma died i had a really REALLY bad stomache
ache and a horrible headache. When you first seen an agel you see them
out of the corner of your eye. Well, i was sitting on the couch moaning
in pain when suddenly out of the corner of my eye a figure appeared. It
looked just like my Great-Grandma. It was moveing around and i was kind
of scared. It was an angel. I suddenly felt warm from head to toe and i
fell asleep for like 5 minuets. When i woke up i was all better. It was
as if i never had this sickness. Then, it felt as if a hand touched my
shoulder and said it's alright. It was my Great-Grandma. My Gaurdian Angel!

Davey

By: Catsshadow@aol.comI have previously sent my experiences in a haunted house I lived
in. I havealso summited a place to the Haunted Paces Index, now I have a more
recentexperience to share. I should start out by saying that I have a
special giftfor communicating with the dead. My mother has this gift so does
one of hersisters as well as my grandfather when he was alive. Subsequently
I have morethat several entities following me around. Anyway two years ago
after Igraduated from high school I moved to my parents basement and converted
it toan apartment. They let me live here rent free which is more than
a great dealfor a poor college student. While living here in my basement dwelling
Iacquired a new entity. He is 's very a seven year old little boy.
I tend tothink he died of aids or some other terminal disease. He's very
sweet and Idon't mind him hanging around. I have only seen him twice in the
form of asmall child sized shadow. The reason I have seen him so few times
is becauseI told him he was welcome to stay with me as long as he wanted if
he didn'ttry to scare me. I have heard him many times, giggling and calling
me mommyfor some reason and saying I love you. I have no children of my
own yet. Hekept his promise but he can be a little michiviouis as all children
can. Ihave a stuffed pink panther that's over 4 feet tall standing in
my room. It'sto heavy to ever fall over on it's own but I constantly find it
laying facedown on the ground. He helps me find things when I lose them which
is often.Once I somehow misplaced a pair of my work out shorts. I had looked
allthrough my basement and even removed each piece of clothing out
of my closetwhile searching. I gave up and went up stairs and asked my Mom if
she hadseen them she hadn't. When I went back into my closet later I found
a myclothes neatly pushed of to each side on the rode. In the middle
hanging allby themselves and sticking out obtrusively were my shorts. I asked
davey ifhe found them then I heard a giggle. Also I every once in a while
I come hometo find my tv on and turned to my favorite channel (Court tv) as
well as mylava lamp going. The other thing he likes are all my stuffed animals
anddolls I never had the heart to get rid of. I constantly find them
overturned, out of the usual spot or faceing the oppisite way. I know
this isgetting long so I'll wrap it up. Besides davey the ghost of my cat
whom Ijust had to put to sleep in august. While sleeping at night I can
still feelher in her usual spot on the bed and can sometime hear her purring.
It's anice warm loving presence,she was my sole mate since I was five
years old andI miss her a lot. Anyway that's all folks I never told and one these
thingsso it just between us :)

ESP

By: Pepperoni22@aol.com

Really i think we all have ESP, it is weird, cause I have had some
ESPexperiences before. You See , everytime I come from my Grandmothers
house, onSunday, I go to my mothers house, usually when I come home it is
ok, butsometimes I get feelings that something is wrong. Well, one night
I got home,and all day long I had had this feeling that when I got home, I
was going tohave a rude awakening,and I did, I rushed in the house, and closed
the door,that is when I seen my mothers face, she looked very sad. I instantley
newthat her and her husband got in a argument. I asked her what was
wrong, andshe told me, that her and her husband were in an argument! As if
I had notalready known.

Well I do not know if this would really qualifie as ESP, but one
day, me andmy sister were sitting around, playing with one of those magic 8
balls, whenthere was a knock at the door, me and my sister, both told my grandma
thatthere was a person at the door. Me and my sister guessed off the
top of ourhead, that that was my granmothers dear friend Jan. When we opened
the door,we were stunned tottally.

Addition to Camp Zama

By: jennwurz@yahoo.com

I just read the anonymous account for the storyregarding "Camp Zama" and I can't tell you how freakedout I am. My parents and I lived in Sagami-Hara from1984-1987 - and I can back up the account ofhauntings. However, we did NOT know that the groundshad formerly been a cemetery!!!!!! Nor did we know ofthe history of both Camp Zama and Sagami-Hara.On two separate occasions my dad had been pushed downthe stairs - now, normally when a person slips on astair they slip backwards and fall on their rears. Hefelt a force pushing him squarely on the shoulders -and fell face first. My mother was standing on theoutside patio and was pushed sideways into the flowerbed. She was simply standing with me, talking to aneighbor. There was no way she could have just fallenoutright, for no reason or for lack of footing.At the time, I was about 10 years old, and althoughchildren could carry an imagination or fear of'monsters under the bed' - I saw an evil face burnedinto the wall of my bedroom. So frightening thatoften I had to run downstairs to the living room tosleep, because I would wake up screaming often, if Iwas able to get sleep at all. Other friends andneighbors had said they felt a weird presence in theirhomes too. Now that we know it was a cemetery, it allleaves no doubt that it was entirely real.

Group Home Demon

By: A49erfan3310@aol.com

My mother and many other employees used to work in a group home for
mentallyretarded teenagers and adults. They were called "Clients". For their
privacy(and sanity) I will give no names, however, the home is in Cicero,
Indiana.There were many witnesses to all occurrances in this home, so I
was inclinedto believe it. I "used to be" very skeptic. Afew years after the
house becamea group home, some of the employees would hear strange noises, sensepresences and cold spots. Anyway, one night after dinner while everyone
wasin the kitchen, they all heard a door slam. But the entire house
shook whenthis happened. No human could use such force. This got their attention.
Mostnights after that, they would always hear 3 knocks on any wall in
the house.Does this indicate the 666 thing? Things happened every night
to some of theemployees but not all. One would get his hair pulled, the other
would hearscreaming in his ear, another nothing at all. There were door slams
in thesame room everyone was in and only one would hear it and none of
the others.One day...well, several days it would show itself. They all concurred
thatthis thing was black with red eyes and about 6 feet tall. It had
no humanqualities about it of course, and it looked as if it had scales.
By this timeevery one was terrified. My mother was one of the employees it had
the mostfun with. It constantly harassed her and mimicked her. Every day
theharassment grew stronger and more evil. It began harassing the clients
whichangered my mom and the others. They all decided to reach out to
God and theBible. This always enraged the evil spirit or demon and it would
go nuts! Itwould turn the volume up all the way on the tv, turn all the lights
out, slamdoors,etc. Every time they got on the phone for help and started
talkingabout the demon they would either get cut off or there would be
too muchstatic to talk so they had to hang up. I could go on for 2 hours
about whathappened there. Just a few for now. It used to form itself into
one of theemployees or clients, i mean make itself look like one of them.
But it neverwas perfect when it did that, it would have something missing like
an eye orear or finger. One day when a male employee was in the living room,
one ofthe clients was sitting on the couch watching tv. There was a mirror
on thewall beside the couch. The employee looked in the mirror and said
he saw ablack hand around the client's neck. Some nights it would hide in
theclients' closets and scare them when they were in bed. They became
too scaredto go to bed each night. One client described it as "lightning in
the closetand scary noises". It used to move furniture around a lot,
too. One night mydad went to visit mom there and the thing messed with him pretty
hard. Itpulled his hair all night until finally my dad said something nasty
to it.When my dad got home that night,he turned on the kitchen light as usual and the bulb blew. He put
in anotherone and it blew. He put in yet another and it blew. Finally he got
one inthat did not blow. I suppose it could have been a bad box of bulbs.
Laterwhen he was in bed, he was awakened in the middle of the night to
see theblack mass of scales and red eyes. His reaction to this was "Get
out of hereyou don't belong here" and rolled over to sleep again. A few minutes
later hesaid it was gone. That same night, he said his longtime guardian
angelvisited and comforted him. If there's evil, there has to be good.
He nevertold my mom this and I don't have to tell you why. Another night
my dad heardgrowling in his ear that got progressively louder. Freaked him out!
The dogwas asleep. Another night mother was in the bathroom at home with
the doorshut and the dog was in there with her. He started growling at the
door andshe was too afraid to open it. The thing knocked 3 times on her
bedroom walla couple of times, too. She pretended she didn't hear it.
Like I said, Icould go on for hours telling you all the things this thing did.
Just to letyou know, they had a Preacher or someone like that come to bless
the houseand say a prayer, but that did not get rid of it, only quieted it
a little.The group home is no longer there, it has become some other business-goodluck to them, they're going to need it.Cool website!

Basement Suite

By: dandrea@sprint.ca

Well my story goes like this....

I used to live with another girl in a very new house downstairs in
thebasement suite. At first everything was normal. Eventually we startedhearing a cat's meow. Figuring it was just the neighbours upstairs
it was nobig deal to us. Eventually the noises became louder, closer to the
door thatseperated us from the stairs going upstairs, the cat just sat there
andmeowed. Finally feeling a bit annoyed, we confronted the people
upstairsabout thier cat, they denied even owning one.Another night I came home from a night of partying. I will admit
to beingdrunk but I know what I know. Feeling the urgent need to go to the
bathroomlike most people do after drinking more than thier body wieght.
Being male Istood in front of the toilet doing my business. Directly in front
of me is amirror and to the right is the counter. Halfway through doing my
business Iall of a sudden felt a push from behind me. Hard enough that I stumbledforward. Out of reflex I yelled a startled sound that I have never
heardfrom me before. I looked in the mirror to see if anyone was behind
me. Noone there. I immidiately felt the cold chills race through my body
until Ileft the bathroom. I went to check to see if my roomate was home,
shewasn't, I was alone. Needless to say, I stayed up most of the night
tryingto figure out what had just occured.

Feminine Face

By: res078us@gte.net

The story I'm going to relate is absolutely true. It occurred
when I was 15 years old and is the only significant experience I've ever
had. I'm not a psychically sensitive person which made it all the
more frightening. So...here goes: As I've already mentioned,
I was 15 years old. I had retired for the evening to my bedroom where I
immediately fell asleep. My step-mother had an annoying/endearing
habit of bending down and placing her face next to mine and my sister's
faces while we slept to make sure we were breathing. That is why
when I awoke approximately 2 hours after going to sleep I wasn't surprised
to see a feminine face about 3 inches from my own. She was staring
into my eyes and had (in hindsight) a rather maniacal smile on her face.
I remember two thoughts coming to mind at the time. The first thought
was "She's checking to see if I'm breathing" and the second was "Wow! She
looks really old and mean up close." I began to laugh and sat up
suddenly. The face stayed about three inches from my face until I
was fully sitting up. Then the face simply disappeared. I leaped
from my bed and ran to where my father and step-mother were having drinks
in the kitchen. I was petrified and shaking visibly. Well...that's
it! I would welcome any theories about what that might have been
(besides my imagination as I've already accepted that as a definite possibility).

Strange

By: kurt.klink@pandora.be

first of all sorry for my bad english for my mother language is dutch.2 years ago we bought a house from 1925 and we had a lot of work
in it we never mentioned anything strang untill last december , when we
go upstairs to sleep we always have to walk past the cellar door and if
it's open or the light is on we should see it. one night i had a strange
dream, we lived in the same house but in my dream it was bigger and she
was upstairs with the children i went down the cellar to get something
when i enter the cellar the light doesnt work and the door closes i start
pulling the door and suddenly the light goes on en the door opens. in panic
i woke up and told my wife about my dream then we went down and when i
enterd the living room i saw a light shinning still uncomfortable about
my dream i opent the living door and saw the cellar door open and the light
on.no one could have enterd the house,at the front door sleeps our dog
and at the backdoor we have an alarm. the next night my wife woke up and
heard someone going up and down the stairs .the next night our dog began
barking and our little dog who sleeps in our bedroom walked to the door
and sat there for about 5 minutes and then he went back to his nest what
was strange because he never leaves his nest before we wake up . the following
night my youngest daughter woke up in the middle of the night and started
talking when i checked on her she continued watching in the hallway later
that night i woke up hearing someone going up and down the stairs. that
was the last night we heard something and until now we didn't noticed anything
strange . this is a real story and i dont now what it was but i'm glad
it stopped i also have two other real story's but i will tell later

Uncles Ghost Story

By: Bass4rp@aol.com

Hi my name is nate, and my uncle told me about a haunted cematary
he used togo to in the 70's. So I decided to take my friends there with
me at night,becuase we like to get scared. Well it is called Aux Sable
cematary inminooka, illinois. To get back there it is about 2 miles of
road along atree line, then finally the tree line stops and it is just forrest,
you thenenter the forrest on a dirt road for a 1/4 mile, and go over a creek
on astone bridge, then finally getting into the cematary. The
whole cematary isabout 200 yards squared. The cematary is inactive so it is
pretty old. Wellwe get there and always walk around for a little while, but 3 out
of the 5times we have gone there, this thing happens. We are in the
middle of thegraveyard, and we see headlights coming down the 1/4 mile trail,
so we runand get in our cars, and we go fly down the trail because we think
its a cop,but everytime we go right up to the headlights coming at us on the
trail, andthe car just dissapears. It can't be another source of light
becuase thenearest light was 2 miles back when we got off of an actual road.
This seemsreally odd.

My Haunted Life

By: Sixstringslim@gateway.net

I am 41 years old and have a lifetime of strange happenings
. The first haunting I can remember was when I was living in Peru
Indiana. It was in a house in town back in the mid 60's. I
remember that my sister's and my rooms were upstairs on the second floor.
Note: we NEVER slept up there. Mainly because we both knew that there
was something there. Sometimes when we were playing, my parents would
here a person falling down the steps and banging hard against the door
at the bottom. They thought it was one of us, run to the door and
open it only to find that there was onone there. Then there was the
nioses outside the house. One time I remember my uncle who was home
on leave was watching my sister and I so our parents could go out.
It had snowed that day and the ground was covered. That evening,
we heard someone running around outside the house, banging on the walls.
My uncle (an Army NCO) went outside to confront the person, again, no body
was there. And there were no tracks in the snow. needless to say,
he never came back to that house again. In the mid-70's my dad built our own home in Irvine, Kentucky.
we lived there for about two years with nothing happening. They (my
parents) decided to build an addition on to the house. The original
house became all bedrooms. The new part was the new livingroom and
kitchen/dinning room. Thats when things started happening.
At first there were nioses in the attic, we thought they were cats that
had gotten up there somehow. But we could never find them. Then the
sightings started. There was an access hole to the attic that was
covered up with a piece of drywall. The dryall had broken and everytime
we walked through the hall, we could see up into the attic. Sometimes
I could see something looking back at me! And it was'nt no cat. I
would only catch a glimpse, and it would scurry away, I never saw what
it really looked like. My sister said she saw it once, she
was washing her hair in the bathroom sink (the bathroom door was right
below the opening), when she finished she wrapped a towel arond her head,
turned to walk out of the room, and standing in the hall was what she described
as a small creature, about 2 feet tall, pionted ears and all black.
She said it acted suprized she saw it, and moved sideways real fast and
dissapeared. My mom says that sometimes she would goo into her bedroom
and see an indention in the blankets and pillow of a where a small body
had lain. About this time my brother was born. The sightings
and noises were growing at a steady pace. I recall once, now this
is what really scared me the most, I had made a comment to my mom that
I diddnt belive in ghosts. Now my mother had a heavy brass ashtray
that was passed down to her by her father. We were in the livingroom
watching TV. She was on the couch, I was on the floor sitting under
the large pitcure window.. The ashtray was on top of the mantle over the
fireplace accross the room. I made the statement that I diddnt believe
in ghosts, Then I heard a loud crash right by my head. I thought
someone out side the window had banged into the wall. I turned to
look, when I saw the ashtray on the floor by my hand. Mom said she
saw it fly off the mantle and just missed hitting me. I went to my
room and put on my headphones to listen to my sterio, when the whole thing
came crashing down on my head. (It was on a shelf above my bed) So
I went back into the livingroom and told her that I DO believe in ghosts. As the years went by, We just accepted what was going on
around us. I was in my senior year in school, my sister had married
and my brother was about to start head start. One night, I was laying
in bed trying to sleep, I had to go to school the next day I saw something
new. I was laying there about to drift off, that grey area between
awake and sleep. I saw, floating over my bed , a whitish colored,
misty "ball". It looked like it might have been made of smoke or
something, I watched it swirl around then float up to the ceiling and dissapear
into the crack where the wall meets the ceiling. Then suddenly I
was wide awake. I realized that I had just seen something that should'nt
have been there. I got up an went into the livingroom where I sat
and watched TV. My sister was visiting us and her and mom was still
up. I never said a word to them. I sat up with them untill
I finally got up the nerve to go back to bed. The next day My dad
drove me to school, and I told him of the inncident. He asked if
I told mom. I said no and he said not to. My dad always refused
to believe anything was happening there. I found out why he diddnt
want me to say anything to mom. It seems that she had seen the same
thing only two days before. After that incident, I graduated, left home and jioned the
Navy. But things only got worse after I left. It seems that
what ever was in that house was after my baby brother, and finally ran
my family out in the middle of the night. The stories I got from home was that first, my brother had
got a cat, and the cat turned on him one day for no reason at all.
He had gone down to the natural spring at the back of the house, and the
cat jumped into the water and reached up and tried to pull him in! the
next day they found the cat, It was at the front door of the house, decapitated.
We dont know who did it or why. The last straw was one night they
were all in bed, my brother was sleeping in between my parents. My
mother woke up, something had grabed my brother and was pulling him towards
the foot of the bed. Mom grabed him and held on. She was yelling
at dad to wake up to help her. When he finnaly woke up, he saw mom
holding Bryans arms, his little bod was susspended in air, as if someone
else was holding his feet. He fell to the bed then, they
packed what the could in a hurry and left. They sold the house to
an uncle of mine, he claims that he has never had any problems in that
house. Now the house was built on old farm land. But right next
to a very old cemitary. Also When My grandpaw used to plant
corn on the lot before we built the house, after he plowed we would always
find old arrowheads and things like that. (All over the farm actually)
I dont know if either of these things had anything to do with what went
on in that house or not. Any doubts if anything I said here are ture or not, I'm sure
that you could find doccumented evedence. After my family left, news
got out about the house, there was a piece about it on the news, and some
students from Eastern Ky. University had gone to the house. To study
it. They diddnt last the entire night. Now while these things were still happening at home, I was
off on my own life adventures. I had joined the Navy. I had
read once that all military bases and ships had their fare share of ghosts.
I recall one incident when I had to stand barracks watch. I would
make my rounds of the barracks, the I had to make rounds in the barracks
next to ours. The squadrons in the next barracks had gone to sea,
and it was our responsibility to watch them. I was making my rounds
in there, I was the only person in there. Everytime I made my rounds,
all three floors I could hear footsteps following me until I left. I would
stop, they would stop. It was just something nerve racking. I was
stationed in Virginia Beach. In 1980, I had married, and was transfered to San Diego.
I went there and rented a trailor for us. I brought my wife and daughter
there. I never had any problems there by myself. When I would
go out to sea for a couple of weeks, my wife told me strange things went
on there. She would go to bed every night, wake up the next morning
and all of the windows would be opened. One night we were in bed,
just playing around, tickling each other, she went over the edge of the
bed. She sat there on the floor, we just laughed about it when from
the foot of the bed we both heard SOMONE moan. God, you should have
seen her move. she jumped back in bed, we looked at the foot of the
bed but there was no one there. I had since lived in two other haunted places, both in Whidby
Island Washington. The first was a real nice appartment. It
was brand new, we were actually the first family to have lived there.
But that diddnt mean annything to whatever else occupied the same space.
In that place I remember hearing a little girl cry out for her mommy, I
thought it was my daughter. It was comming from the bathroom.
I had just returned home from work, My wife's car was gone. I thought
it was strange that she would leave our little girl at home by herself,
VERY unlike her. I asked through the door if she was allright, but
she never answered. I opened the door a crack. There was no
body inside. When my wife came home, she told that she had been hearing
the childs vioce comming from the bathroom. The scariest thing that
had ever happened in that house was one night we were sitting in the livingroom
watching TV. Right next to where I was sitting was a wall, on the
other side off the wall was our bedroom closet. I heard the loudest
thump and banging by my head, through that wall. I went into the
bedroom, opened the closet door. Nothing had been disturbed, nothing
had fallen to the floor. Exceept one item. Hardly heavy enough
to make a racket as loud as we heard. It was a paperback book that
I had just finished reading and put on the top shelf. A horror novel
called "The Keep". Every page had been ripped out of that book and
scattered all over the closet floor. The second place was in Navy housing. There we had
a mischevious little spirit wou would hide things on us. on time,
we were going to walk down to the grocery store. I went looking for
my gloves. I found one on the kitchen counter but could find the
other. When we came home from the store, there it was, on the kitchen
counter right where I found the first one. Just small things like
that happened there, nothing really scary. My last entry, by far the most thought provoking.
This one makes me believe in the paranormal more than anyother single incident.
If I hadd'nt been there and heard it for myself, I dont know. After I got out of the Navy, We moved back to Kentucky.
My wife's grandmother came to live with us. When she died of kiddney
failure, I found her that morning, I went to wake her for breakfast, she
had passed in the night. It was no big secret that my wife was her
favorite of all her grandkids. While she stayed with us she used
to come to our door in the middle of the night to make sure that we were
still there and all right. I diddnt know this at the time though.
A few days after the funeral I couldnt sleep one night and I heard footsteps
come to our door. I thought it was our daughter so I got up to see
what she wanted. Of coarse there was no body there. I went
to her room to check up on her and she was sound asleep in her bed.
The next day I told my wife about it. Thats when she told me about
her grandmothers late night trips. We moved out of that house after a while and was staying
at my wife's sister's house. One day not long after we were there
the bedroom phone rang. My sister-in-law looked at us very strangely
and went to answer it. Here is the conversation as I heard it: "Hello,
uh yes, she's alright, she's here with me"*click* When she came back to
the table, she was white as a ghost. She sat there for the longest
time untill finally my wife asked her who it was. I could see she
was on the verge of tears. She said "It was grandma she said she
was looking all around the house for you but couldnt find you. I
told her you were here with me" The real kicker about this is that the Phone My sister-in-law
used was in the kitchen where we were. The only phone that rang was
the one in the bedroom. It was broken and not even pluged in.
Hence the strange look. That's about all I have, My daughter is now married,
I have a grand daughter. My wife and I have lived where we are now
for the last 7 years. We havent had any strange events here at this
place (so far). Oh there was one more I forgot. When I was in
High school, a friend of mine was killed by a truck. The next day
in school everyone was saddened by the loss He was one of the very popular
kids. Second class chorus was where I believe We all "saw" him for
the last time. In order to get into the chorus room, it was seperate
from the school, you had to go outside and come in through heavy steel
doors. The kind that have that long bar in the middle you push to
open (This rules out wind, because wind would have to come from the inside
of the room and be very strong to push it open) There was one such
door on each side of the room. As we all sat there, remembering our
good friend, One of the doors just opened as it was closing we felt a small
breeze. When the door closed all the way, the door on the oppisite
side of the room opened and closed back. To this day, I believe it
was Bo making a last trip through the school.

The White-Eyed Woman

By: Luckeestar19@cs.com

I was driving home from work one night when i saw an old woman limpimg
downthe side of the road. I slowed down to ask her if she needed help
because shelooked like she got beat up. When she turned around, I was startled
to seethat her eyes were pure white! It scared me so bad that i
drove right downthe street, to my house, and had my daughter come with me to help
her. Whenwe got out there, we couldn't find her. We lived on a dead-end
road, near afield, and some woods, and there was no where else she could have
gone. Itwas less than a minute that she had been out of my sight, and when
we went tolook for her, she was no where to be found. We searched everywhere
lookingfor her, but we couldn't find her. We finally gave up and went home.
Wemoved about 2 years later, and about 3 months after our move, over
100 deadbodies were dug up in the field that we lived by. Today, I still
believe thather body was one that was dug up.

Haunted House

By: sassey5@flash.net

Here is one that I'd like to share. When I was in high school
ourfamily moved into a beautiful old two story house. This home
had 4fireplaces and was a mansion in it's day.My parents started experiencing objects being moved but they didn'tthink much of it because they were also believers and pretty muchsomething happened in each old house we lived in. Dad would
be watchingTV and the TV would either turn off or change channels by it self.Remember this was not a remote control TV. After several times
ofhaving to get up and correct it, dad finally said "That's enough"
and itwould stop for the night.I would rarely go into my sister's room which was upstairs directlyacross the hall from mine. Nor would I ever go into a room
at the veryback of the house on the second floor. I had a very bad feeling
aboutthese rooms. Once while in my room I heard a crashing sound
come frommy sister's room. Knowing my sister was not home, I went into
her roomto see what was going on. I found that everything on her fireplacemantel was on the floor as if someone was angry and just took their
armacross the mantel knocking everything off. Also found all
her clothesin the closet on the floor. I just cleaned up the mess and
left.One night, I was the only one home and was in my room with my doorlocked. I woke up to find a man with dark hair and dressed
all in blueleaning over me. I just thought it was my father and closed
my eyes,suddenly realizing my father was not at home, I opened my eyes to
seethe man was gone and my door was still locked. I didnt tell
anyoneuntil a couple of days later after my brother had an experieence.My brother had just come home and was walking up the stairs to go
to hisroom and about 1 minute later came running down the stairs white
as asheet. He told me that there was a man standing in his
bedroomdoorway. I asked him if it was a young darkhaired man dressed
in blue.He said no it was a elderly man with white hair. That was
when I toldmy parents about what I saw. My mother later say the elderly
man as shewalked into my brother's room to check on him because he had been
sick.She saw the elderly man sitting in a chair at the foot of my brother'sbed smiling at her.The spirits never bothered us or caused us harm. But I have
spoken toothers who have had violent experiences with the spirits.
The currentowner while remodeling the home has told me of times items have
beenthrown at them and their guests. While replacing water lines
he found aheadstone under the foundation of the home. It was the grave
of a 17year old boy who had been shot and killed while sitting on the porch.The owner let us in the home and I still to this day feel the presencein the home but they never bother me. However, I am constantly
flaggedwith dreams of the house and spirits in the home trying to contact
me.I know this sounds odd but I feel there is a connection here.
I'm notdone researching it either to find out what is going on. It's
still abeautiful old house and I'd love to own it and live in it once again.

Started Early

By: sassey5@flash.net

just wanted to say I really enjoyed your site. Like you my experiencesstarte a a small child at the age of 2, I am now 41.1st-woke in the middle of the night to find a woman and a baby siting
atthe kitchen table. Everyone in the houae was asleep.
The figures whereblack and the strret light from outside shined through the window
andsurrounded them. Every time I got up the woman would stop
feeding thebaby and they would both look at me. I'd sit back down an
she wouldstart feeding the baby again. But woudld stop each time I
stood up.Then I heard man's voice saying "We are not here to harm you,
go backto sleep". I looked at the woman and she nodded her head.
I laid backdown and threw the covers over my head. The next morning when
I told myparents what happened, my mom told my father it was time to tell
me. Somy father told me the house was built on an old Indian Grave yard.
Thatwas my first experience. And have had many since including
a visionthat ended up saving my sister's life.

Haunting in Chicago

By: PossumPrincess88@msn.com

I had a few scary experiences while I was in Chicago. I was
staying at my friends house and we went out to dinner that night.
I had left my backpack zipped up in the guest bedroom. When I came
back, my backpack was open and all my things were scattered around the
room. The next experience was when I was standing with my back facing
the door way. I heard footsteps and when I turned around they stopped.
The last experience was when I was going to bed and I got up to shut the
door. I shut it and when I was walking back to the bed, the door
opened. I tried to shut it again, but it wouldn't shut. It
was like a force was holding it open!

The Shower

By: LTR2332@aol.coma scary story that happened to me~~~I was taking a shower, and all
of asudden, the water started to turn really cold, and then really hot.
at firsti thought the shower was broken, and i didn't want to shower in
it. as Ireached for the handle, i found that the handle was moving from
cold, to hot,to cold. I jumped out of the shower, and I left, acting my best
likenothinghad happened. but that night the shower turned on and I could hear
someone inmy bathroom. and evry night the same things happens, for tonight
I get to seemy invisible roommate!

Heres My Story

By: nin@n.bnet.Nb.ca

my name is sarah and i am a 20 yr. old from new brunswick.
i wanted to share my experience with you as i feel it may be of some benefit
to those who feel that they are 'haunted" by a ghost.quite the contrary in my opinion. I was protected by a ghost as
a small child.i was a mere infant when we lived with this ghost. he was
an early gentleman who had burned in the house many many years ago.When my mother had chosen to take the appartment, the landlord had
neglected to mention his knowledge of it being haunted.We soon discovered that we were definately not alone. Though there
was definately a presence in our house, we were not terrified or disturbed
in any way. we soon became accustomed to him and soon named him "hermon".Hermon made his presence known to others only when he deemed it
necessary.i was very ill as aninfant and my heart and lungs would collapse
at a moments notice...no cry, no warning of any sort. Hermon would make
himself seen at my doorway, peering over me. all you could see was a tall
slender man dressed in a top hat, with coat tails. this however was only
an outline. I'm terribly sorry my history is hindered...i'm not familiar
with what period he would be from.Hermon had also turned on a light which held no light bulb for several
months to waken my older brother to prevent him from falling down flights
of stairs that would definately have killed him.herman also had a habbit of slamming cupboard doors and drawers
when someone would approach that he deemed unsafe to be in our home. If
we persisted...he would slam the door a jar. (we never encountered any
problems with the door however except when the cupboards would slam)So as you can see...it has never occured to me to be scared of ghosts.
i feel very comforted and at ease with the thoughts of being surrounded
with ghosts. Fear has never entered my mind.Icurrently live approximately 1 mile from the old appartment, which
for some unspoken reason remains almost constantly empty. I on the other
hand have a comforting feelinf that Hermon still resides there waiting
for his next "family" to watch over.Thank you very much for your time, and i hope that this story may
come as some comfort to somebody else.

Don't Take That

By: Reese537@aol.com

I have never seen a sight like this before,
and its awsome thatsomeone actually made one! You must get a lot of ****, but
i promise youthat this isnt. A few years ago this old house was bought
by some rich oldlady..it was like a house from a long time ago. But she moved
the housebecause it was an indiana historical monument but they were going
to tear itdown for the airport. Well she bought it and moved it.
It was this huge oldwhite house and from kids most of the windows had been broke out
and whatnot. But i guess some girl was shot by a hunter when she was playing
out in thewoods, and ever since she looks out the window. The indianapolis
star evendid a write up about the house and everything. Well myself
and my brotherCliff, and my friends Chris, Felicia, Dustin, and Joe decided we
were goingto get inside. So we did we went through the house and Cliff
took a fewpointless things that were in there just like a nail and a butter
knife.These things could have had no meaning whatsoever. Well the
next night Cliffrealized his picture that was hanging over the fireplace was upside
down. Sohe awitched it around thinking i was trying to scare him.
And this happenedfor a few weeks his picture was the only one upside down after we
would turnit back. We took the things he had stole back to the house
and it stopped ihavent joked around with things i dont understand ever since.

Ghost Encounter

By: Labeth66@hotmail.com

hi we have a scary ghost encounter on the third floor in our school.we
were going upstairs no classrooms upstairs. and we heard kids yelling
and there was no one there and then we heard a whistle blow and then horse
footsteps then we heard someone whistiling.we were petrified we screamed
so loud that another one of our friends came running up and we saw a open
old locker and we heard bang bang bang let me out im going to kill you
then we saw blood in the locker we took off i could not run i got tripped
up and couldnt move when i finnaly got up we were near tears.

The Bedroom

By: tlaws@freedomforum.org

About threes ago I was over one of my best girl friends house. Her
familywere having a barbecue; I forget what holiday we where celebrating,
anyway.I've been over her house plenty of times before , so I know her
house insideand out, but this day I was looking at the back of her house and
I saw awindow that was blacking out, so I ask her father what room does
that windowgo to. He said that it goes to Tammies room (that was my friends
name) Isaid are you sure, so we all went up to Tammies room and non of
her windowswhere blacked out. He said that was strange, so outside we
all went andlooked up at the window. Where on earth could that window
go to. he said.His wife just told him not to worry about and to enjoy the barbecue.
Hesaid ok and we all had a good time that day, but over the weeks
the thoughtof where that window went started to bother him. for weeks
he would standoutside and then go up to Tammies room and stand on the outside
of it. Juststaring trying to figure out where the window was. One
day I was stayingthe night over Tammies house and in the middle of the night.
We woke up tothis banging next to Tammies room. We walked out into the
hall and there wesaw Tammies mother, and Tammies father. John what are
you doing Tammiesmother ask her husband. Tammies father had a sledge hammer
and he wasknocking out the was next to Tammies room. I found out where
that windowis. But do you have to do this now. Her mom ask.
Yes I wont be able tosleep until I find out. So I banged and he hit and around
6 am in themorning he had finally knock the wall down. And what was there
was amazing.It was a room that had bee sealed off. inside was a bed,
as nightstand anda dresser. The bed was made up and on the bed was a bible
turn toRevelations and on the night stand a glass of water filled to the
top of theglass like it had just been filled. There was not way in this
room or outthis room until Tammies father knocked that wall down, and they
had beenliving in that house for over 15 years. A hour later the water
evaporated.

Real Happenings

By: kkuhn@gtd.com

I actually have a few stories I could tell, but the one that I feel
is themost real is this one. We used to live in an old farm house.
The upstairswas just our bedroom. No other rooms up there. At the
time my son was only2 1/2 and he slept in a bed at the other end of the room.
I would take himup to bed at night and we would watch a little tv before his bedtime.
Thisparticular night he started carrying on a conversation that I couldn'treally understand and he wasn't actually talking to me. I
asked who he wastalking to and he said grandma. I said that grandma wasn't
here and he saidYes she is, she right there (pointing to the couch on the wall opposite
theend of the bed). I never really figured out what the conversation
was butneither of us we frightened. As I have said I have other little
things thathave happened but you never really know if they are real happenings
or not.I do believe though!!

My Drive Home

By: liz_r78@hotmail.com

While driving home one night, i saw a man in the ditch, he was nakedfrom the waist up (that was all i could see anyway). He seemed
to becrouching, at least that was what it seemed like. He had dark
shaggyhair, and very pale skin. I could not make out his eyes, just
darkshadows where his eyes would be. He seemed to be staring right
at me,and it sent chills down my spine. I should point out that
it was a verycold november night in central saskatchewan (canada). It was
also about3 am. I was not alone, though no one else saw him.

My Closet Ghost

By: Staindchik760@aol.com

Shortly after my 13th birthday, I invited one of my friends over
to stay thenight. We had went to a school dance, so we didn't stay up
really late. Iwas nearly asleep when my best friend whispered for me to wake up.
She saidthere was someone in my room by my closet. I naturally sat
up to check itout, but saw nothing. I thought she was sleep talking.
I laid back down anddosed off. Later on in the night, I got really cold, so I
reached over toget my blanket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
move. I lookedover toward my closet, and I saw a tall figure. It was clearly
a young boy.I looked at him and he looked at me. I watched him for maybe
a minute, andthen he was gone. Every night at around 1:35, I can look toward
my closetand he will be there. What he wants, and why he's there is
a mystery, but Ican count on my closet ghost every night.

The Patapsco Female Institute

By: TheMax04@aol.com

dear webmaster,i was looking thru your site, and i saw the brief paragraph on the
ahuntingon the patapsco female institute, and i think you may be confused.
there is aghost at the instutute, but it has nothing to do with satansim,
thats anotherhouse in ellicot city, which ill get to in a minute.the pataspco female instutte was founded in the 1830's, and was
a prestigiousschool for young southern girls. the facility was not the best however,
girlsoften got sick and died, due to poor healthcare, and no plumbing
facilites,all those chamber pots were malaria breeding grounds, im assuming.
i spent agreat bit of time there doing a play called dear old patapsco, about
a day inthe life of a young girl from the institute, and i got to see firsthand
thecold spots especially at the top of the stairs, but the whole ruins
(andthats what it is now) gives off energy,. onc, on the lower level
which is nowbeing dug up to find artifacts, a pair of feet, encased in leather
ankleboots walking around. the story goes that a young woman, named annie,
wroteletters to her parents, saying how unhappy she was to be in that
"prison",and eventually fell ill and passed away. its her ghost who roams
around theinstitute. coincidentally, the lead charactors name in our play
was alsonamed annie.the school that had dabbled in satanism, is old st marys college,
nicknamedhell house. its an old school about 3 miles away from the institute,
and isan old catholic college. supposedly, there are phantom dogs who
attack you ifyou tresspass, but the real creepy thing is the giant statue of
the virginmary that is on top of the school. when you climb the steps to go
up there,its the first thing you see.sorry, i didnt mean to correct you, or be an ass or anything, but
it irksme, ive worked in the instutute, and its not a horrid, scary place
to be,actually, ghost and all, its reallly quite pleasent.

Grandmothers House

By: chapman120@aol.com

About 6 years ago, when I was 12 years old, my Grandmother died and
my familymoved into her house. This was also the house my dad and his siblings
grew upin, and for years I had heard stories of them seeing ghosts and
strangethings in the house.It was a very old house, at least 100 years old. The poor thing
wasnt in thebest of shape, the ceiling looked as if it was getting ready to
fall in, andthe floor on the second floor was sinking. My bedroom was on the
second floorand the floor in there was noticebly sunken. The only thing on the
firstfloor was my grandmothers old wash room. It was also used as an
apartmentback 50 years ago because it had a kitchen and bathroom. It was
now used as astorage room.Anyway, I had very many experiences with ghosts in here, and so
did my mom,dad, and older brother.My grandpa was married twice before he married my grandma. Both
his wivesdied in this house (I know what you're thinking, and no he didnt
murder them.I think they both died of heart attacks. My grandpa was like 60
years oldwhen he married my grandma who was 35.)I believe the spirits of these women, along with the spirit of my
grandpastill live in this house.I use to love visiting this house when my grandma was alive. Every
Sundayfrom the day I was born to when my grandma died all her children
and theirfamiles would visit and have sunday supper. But when we moved into
the placeafter she died it didnt feel the same. I no longer had the warm
cozy feelingcome over me when entering the front door which led directly to
the kitchen.The only time I ever felt uncomfortable in the house when my grandma
wasalive was when I was visiting my grandma for sunday supper was one
day when Iwas about 4 years old. My uncle lived in the house with my grandma,
and inhis room there was a huge blanket with a Lion's face on it hanging
on one ofhis walls. I remember as I stared at the blanket I heard as plain
as day, aLion's roar. It scared me so much I ran to my mom crying.

In the TV room where my Grandma use to sleep (on the couch) there
was a veryold picture of my grandpa, he must have been like 25-30 years old
in the pic.It was kind of spooky looking too though, I hated looking at the
picturebecause it seemed like his eyes would follow you.Anyway, my first experience with a ghost came one night when I stayed
up lateby myself to watch TV. I was in the living room sitting on the couch.
The waythe room was made was there was a huge, I'm talking gigantic window
on oneend. The whole wall was basically a window, it overlooked the road
down belowand directly across the road was a church, the church where my grandmasfuneral was held. There were two really old style chairs that belonged
to mygrandpa, one sitting on each side of the window. I was watching
TV whensuddenly I saw what looked like smoke floating in the air above
one of thechairs. I kept watching as the smoke took on the figure of a face,
thendisappered. This scared the sh*t out of me! I ran into my mom and
dad's roomand jumped in bed with them.About a week later a couple friend's from my basketball team stayed
the nightwith me. We were the only ones up late one night, we were in the
living roomeating popcorn and talking, when suddenly from across the room in
the laundryroom the light came on. It scared the piss out of us! None of the
rooms inthe house had doors, instead sheets were hung to use as doors. As
we sat inthe living room terrified of what we had seen, the sheet to the
laundryroom's entrance flapped in a breeze. This was strange because no
windows wereopened, and the heater or ac wasnt on.After this none of my friends wanted to stay the night with me again.
Moreand more strange happenings involving the laundry room kept going
on. Theroom was also refered to as the press because that was where my
grandma kepther sewing machine and clothes. I told my dad about what happened
with thelight in the press, and he told me that other things have happened
in thatroom. He said when he was about 7 or 8 that room was used as a bedroom
forhim and 2 of his 3 brothers. He was laying in bed one night when
he heard aknocking sound on the window which face the side of his bed. He
looked up tosee what was making the noise and in the window were what he described
asbeing 3 little men laughing and pointing for my dad to turn around
and lookbehind him. My dad said he was too scared to turn around, and just
laid inbed and covered his face with the covers.My grandpa also slept in this room, and my aunts said that they
have seen himin it after he died. Also in this room we found boxes full of my
grandpas oldcoal mines pay stubs from back when he worked in the mines when
he was 12years old. Some of them were for only 50 cents.This room also had a strange smell, its kind of hard to describe
though. Wealso found a picture in there of my grandpas second wife, Edna.
It was veryspooky looking, her eyes were plain white, no pupil or anything
in thepicture. I was so scared of the pic that I burnt it.Other things happened as well, like the TV would turn on and off
by its self,lights would come on, the microwave would turn on, one night I even
saw anold woman laying in my bed. I was constently bothered with nightmares
aboutthe place, I'd wake up in the middle of the night because of loud
noises likefootsteps and people talking. I would see shadows of people walking
throughthe rooms and cold breezes would sweep by me.Later I learned that there were more ghosts in the place and not
just mygrandpa and his 2 dead wives, I believe my grandma was also there,
along withmy uncle who had died of a drug overdose.My dads 1st cousin lived in the house beside ours, and one night
he drunk hisself to death. His ghost could be seen wondering our back yard at
night,carrying a beer bottle in his hand.We finally moved when I was 14. Now my uncle lives there.

First Friend

By: ajesmond@hotmail.com

"when my parents got married they moved into a very small flat ,just
3rooms .the first night they got in they were in bed when they hearedstrange noises coming from the kitchen .At first they ignored it
but thesound was getting louder and louder .So they decided straight away
to go tomy granny's home that lived near by . But when they went home again
acouple of days later the sounds were the same .Then she was pregnant
withme and for example when my dad use to help her washing the floor
and he wassure that the floor cloth was there he wouldn't find it and then
he used tosay"if you really want it you can have it"and go to the other room
he usedto find it. Then i was born and since I was the only child in the
family ihad no children to play with I used to play with the mirror
in the bedroom.I knew i wasn't playing alone cause when I throw the ball the ball
wouldcame back to me .My parents got worried a lot and once they
asked me withwho I was playing and i told them with a man . His hair was long
and dark,big black eyes with moustach and a bit of goaty he was dress in
royal redlike a cavalier and he had a necklace with a pandent the face of
Christ .Sowe went to live with my grannys for a while becuase they were afraid,butsoon we had to return home cause I was ill and I wanted to go home
.As soonas we retured home i started to feel better and i went to play .Thefollowing months were raffy since dad lost his job and mum used
to findmoney under the mat in the cuboard and some times even sweets and
milk.Once I gave dad 3 numbers that this friend of mine had gave me
and he wonsome money from the lotto. Mum and dad tried to have more children
when wewere living ther but they couldn't .Then we got a bigger house
and dad gota new job and it was time to leave. A few days before my friend
wanted togive me his chain and I said no cause my mum always told me not
to acceptthings from other people so i was afraid altough I wished to .And
so weleft .people phoned us the next morning to ask us if we left a dog
or something in the flat,cause they could not sleep with at night with
the soundsof some one crying and foot steps coming in the flat .All I know
is thatafter we left a week later a young man got in and the following
morningthey found him dead. I was 2 at that time and we left our flat invittoriosia in malta at 4 years ,then my mum had more children 4
infact . Iam 20 now and I never seen him since.Some times i have that strangefeelingthat I am not alone or that some one is there with me but
i feelrelaxed by the smell of jasmines that surround the room .He was
my firstfriend more then a ghost and i will treasure that days for ever
in myheart"

"Jilley - Child Ghost"

By: 1vreeland@home.com

My name is Ruth, and though I am a very strong Christian - raised
by aMinister's family, I have had a few "ghostly" encounters in my lifetime.
Ibelieve it may be because I am a fine artist with an active imagination,
butalso a very highly developed sensitivity to everything around me.
AsMadeleine L'Engel said in her book "Walking On The Water" about
Mary (whenshe saw the angel Gabriel). . . "she was little more than a child
when theangel came to her; she had not lost her child's creative acceptance
of therealities moving on the other side of the everyday world."
L'Engle thengoes on to say, "The artist, if he is not to forget how to listen,
mustretain the vision which includes angels and dragons and unicorns,
and allthe creatures which our world would put in a box marked 'Children
Only'."And so, as an artist, I suppose I have retained a belief in and
a vision ofthat unknown realm.In 1989, my husband and three young children (ages 3-6) moved into
a rentalhouse in Farmington, New Mexico, the town where we had lived since
1980. Wewere in that house for 14 months, and during that time period, some
prettystrange things happened. I never was able to discover the
history of thehouse, but I did know that it was approximately 30 years old.
And we cameto know that a young girl had once lived. . . and perhaps died there.Our six-year old daughter Rachel, had her own room - across the
hallway fromher two younger brothers. I began noticing shortly after moving
in, that Iwould awaken in the middle of the night to a light down the hallway,
and itwas always coming from Rachel's room. Knowing that I had turned
off all thelights before going to bed, at first I thought Rachel was turning
it onherself, in an attempt to deal with the normal childhood fears of
a newplace. But soon I discovered that the light that was being
turned on, wasthe light in the closet of Rachel's bedroom. The only way
to turn it on wasto pull the string attached to the ceiling bulb, and Rachel could
not reachthe string. Then -- for the first (and only) time in Rachel's
life -- shebegan to talk "in her sleep." It was very playful chatter,
and alwaysfriendly. I began listening at her door, and sometimes would
quietly gointo her room and sit on the floor by the door to listen to this
seeminglyone-sided conversation. When I finally became brave enough
to ask Rachelone day WHO it was she was talking to at night, she responded verymatter-of-factly, "It's just Jilley, Mommy. The girl who lives
under my bedand in my closet." I got chills when she said that.
Our family has neverknown a "Jill", or a "Jilley", and my daughter was talking as if
this werejust a close friend of hers -- nothing more. Their nightly
conversations,accompanied by the closet light, continued throughout the fourteen
months welived in the house. Sometimes it was clear that Rachel was asleep.
Othertimes I would find her sitting up in bed -- eyes open -- engaged
in a verylively game of some sort, laughing and having a lot of fun. . .
with no-onevisible around.But Jilley did more than just play with our daughter. Our
living room T.V.began to go on in the middle of the night sometimes. . . and would
evenchange channels. I would have to unplug the T.V. to sleep
through the nightwhenever my husband worked his week-long graveyard shift at the
Power Plant.We had that T.V. for many years after moving away, but it never"malfunctioned" like that anywhere but THAT house.Jilley apparently did NOT like the fireplace. When the first
chilly autumnnight arrived and we started a fire, the tempered-glass panes on
thefireplace doors shattered. We had them replaced, thinking
it was just afluke. But the first time we tried again to light a fire.
. . the glassdoors shattered again. We didn't use the fireplace anymore.We had two cats at the time. One was a female who had had
a litter shortlybefore we rented the house, and the other was one of her kittens.
Thekitten's name was Jin-Jin, and unfortunately, we didn't think to
have him"fixed" before he began to mature. Jin-Jin's favorite place
in the housewas our boys' bedroom. But to get there, he had to walk past
Rachel's roomin the hallway. He never ONCE entered her room, and would
always arch hisback when going past her room, every hair on his back standing straight
up.He began to "spray" his awful male-cat hormone, at just a few months
of age,and ONLY in the hallway on his way past Rachel's room. He
would hiss andgrowl too -- staring into her bedroom -- and it was clear that he
felt his"territory" was being threatened. We had no choice but to
give him to theAnimal Humane Society.I had no fear of Jilley, but she could be a nuisance. Rachel
didn't fearher either. . . but has never talked about her unseen playmate since
movingaway.We wonder who lives in that house now. . . and if Jilley is still
amusingherself with T.V.s and lights in the middle of the night.
Does she stillscare the family pets, and play with the children? And did
someone finallyreplace the fireplace doors with something other than glass?My prayer continues to be that one day, "Jilley" will find peace
from herearthly sojourn, and go to the place she was meant to go. . .
back to theGod who created her, and the heavenly home he has made for her.]

New Jersey Home

By: GFCF42489@aol.com

My name is Matt . I moved into a new house inDecember 2000. I moved from Pennsauken, New Jersey to Mt.
Laurel, NewJersey. In January, when I was plying in my family room, I
set up my cameraon the chimney ledge. I just wanted to show off, because I
was wrestlingwith my toys, and the camera was getting everything I was doing.
So when Iaccidentally fell off the couch and onto the floor, the camera picked
thatup. And also a voice. A voice that I did not hear.
The voice sounded likea very old man, and whatever it was said "hey!!" I didn't
hear it when I wasplaying, but when I played that back on the camera, I heard the
voice. Myfather said it was the T.V. ( the camera was near the T.V. ), but
I knew itwasn't. You could barely hear the T.V., and the voice had
to be right nextto it. Up until today, I still don't know what that voice
was.Little did I believe in ghosts and spirits before, but when I heard
thatvoice, I know there are ghosts.

Our GHost

By: cwsteve@ilstu.edu

My family and I have lived in our house for about 7 years, and it
is ahouse that we built. I'm the oldest child in my and everyone
of us hasexperienced our ghost. There have been numerous strange events
that havehappened including coming home and the clock radio on top of ourrefrigerator was turned on, the strange thing is that its was not
pluggedin or did not have any batteries. Another time my parents
woke up to alarge crash and when the went into their bathroom the mirror by
my momsvanity was shattered on the floor away from the vanity itself with
nothingon the table disturbed. These are just a few of the strange
events thathave happened, plus we have had many household items disappear not
they arenowhere to be found. We also have a picture of it, I fell
asleep on thecouch and my parents came home and took a picture of me, and there
is thisreally strange "moving" figure in the picture. These are just
a few of thestrange things that we have expierenced.

Voices in the Bathroom

By: lisa_threedouble@yahoo.com

Last summer I was home alone waiting for my dad to gethome from Bingo so I could go out walking around, Itwas around 9 O'clock and he was going to be home inlike 20 minutes so I started to get ready, Well I wasin the bathroom washing my face and everything, Iheard my dad say my name. So I walk out of thebathroom and answered him, but no one was there, so Ijust shrugged it off and went back to doing what I wasdoing, Well then I heard it again, I yelled out andanswered him from the bathroom, but no reply, so Ijust ignored it, It happened a few more times, but Ibrushed it off, Well My name was called again, thistime by another voice, By someones I have never heardbefore, so I got out my curling iron incase someonewas in the house, and I searched it from top tobottom, Nothing so I went and locked the doors andwent back to take care of my business, I even lockedthe bathroom door incase someone was in the house.Well My name was called again, and I ignored it, andthen it felt like someone was right behind me, likeright next to my ear,and in a really eary voice itwhispered my name, This voice was really scary I dontknow how else to discribe it except it was real raspylow and eary, then all of a sudden I heard peoplestarted screaming and it sounded like they were in thebathroom, and I was too scared to run to the door Ifelt like I couldnt move, so I sat in the tub cryingfor I say 2 minutes, but it felt like two hours, Theneverything just stopped. and I just sat there for aminute deciding on what I had experienced had beenreal or if I was going crazy, I was just trying totake everything in, Then the bathroom got this stilleary feeling, and I felt weight on me, and I couldntmove again, It felt like you were waiting for someoneto pounce on your or something, and then real close tomy ear, my name was said again, in that same earyvoice, I jumped out of the bathroom as fast as I couldand ran out on the front pourch until my dad got home,I tried to tell them what happened but no one believedme then, they started to believe when they were aloneand heard the same voices...and sometimes they stillgo and bother us

Strange but True

By: ellul@another.com

my story is strange but very true, where do i begin?well i guess it all started when i became pregnant with my son "
Connor" I had started to see changes in my flat,i.e things out of place
such as videos out of order on my shelf and ornaments that faced the wrong
way. At first i thought that maybe i had moved them and being pregnant
i had forgotten that i had, as all women know that pregnancy can make you
very forgetful. As time went on stranger things started to happen. I remember
that i was at home listening to some music, upon the window sill in the
lounge i had a solid glass vw beetle,it is a paperweight, as i looked up
the vw came off the windowsill and landed on a beanbag that was about six
feet away from the window, this really shook me up infact i had to call
my husband up at his works as i was so scared. He thought that i was going
mad. other things happened over the course of the next few months that
led me to seeing a clairvoiant. The clairvoiant picked up on a spirit that
was in my flat, the clairvoiant said that the spirit was that of a little
girl named Rosemary, Rosemary's purpose was to look after the spirit of
my son as he was an old spirit that needed guiding. The claivoiant said
that the spirit never meant any harm she just wanted us to know that she
was there. The claivoiant told me that Rosemary had hidden something precious
of mine behind the stereo in the lounge, when i got home that day i searched
around the stereo and to my amazment i found my mum's engagment ring that
had been lost for weeks,the strange thing was that the ring was placed
over one of the speaker wires which was plugged into the back of the stereo,so
how did it manage to actually come to be around a wire? I feel that the
claivoiant was right in as much as the spirit was there for my son "Connor"
as in the ninth month of pregnancy Connor died inside of me, i had to go
through the process of giving birth to my little darling. I hope that Connor
is somewhere where his spirit is free and he has an angel like Rosemary
to look after him .

He Made Violins

By: daniel_prestage@hotmail.com

My grandmother lives in Amory,MS. she is a christian to the
bone. She as never told me a lie. I was about nine when she told me it
the first time ,but I constantly ask here to tell me it over and over. She
was about55-56 years old and was visiting a friends house when she
was told about ahaunted house where a old man use to live and make violins.
He made his son a violin,but his son was called to war where he was killed-in-action.
Theold man got the bad news and instead of selling the violin
he put it in the attic. He would often go up in the attic and play the violin.
They saythat to this day you can go up to that house and stand in
a certain part of the house and hear him play. She didn't believe them so they went
to thathouse and sure enough she heard it. Thanks for listening to my story.

True Camp Story

By: ZeroLimits2002@aol.com

Well all of you can believe me or not but about 4 years ago I was
at campwith my class for 3 days. Just 3... Well it was going great we were
doingwall climbing, obstacle courses, and the food turned out to be better
thanwhat we normally get at school! Man it was a great time.It was the day before we had to go home and the teachers decided
we could goon the row boat trip after days of beging even before we came. There
was ahuge lake near the camp, so big it had a large island in the middle
which abridge from camp shore would connect to a unknown buried man is
there butthats another story all together. Anyhow the bridge had a large
gap under itand that rowers would go under to circle the island to get back
to the boatstation. The station was a small shack with fishing rods, oars and
otherswith boats stacked up on the side.I was never a popular kid back then (I was 12) and the day of the
row trip Iwas alone in a boat all by myself., it had just rained heavy that
night andthe sky was very grey, it was calm though was a pretty cold day.
As we gotinto the water and the all rowed ahead of me even the teachers were
laughingas I struggled. People flung water at me and pushed my boat with
their oarsand laughed and laughed... We all finally rowed on the opposite
side of theisland. The island blocked off my view and the rest of their view
of thecamp. I was busy crying and trying to catch up as the group rowed
off ahead.I was alone behind the island trying to row and then the group faded
from myview. I was not thinking of monsters in the water but killers in
the woods(aka Jason vorhess) as the friday the 13 theme played in my head
and I criedmy eyes out I heard a loud thick PLUNK! Like a rock a big rock softly
slaminginto the water.I turned and was completly scared. "****..." I said and I remember
cause thatwas before I saw 4 ripples slide about 10 feet away from my boat.
The spacebehind the island was pretty big but with the trees heavily growing
on theisland and on the opposite area not belonging to camp closing us
in (exceptfor a large gap blocked by a gate like dam) there was no way for
anything toget in or out. I sat not rowing and sniffling, more curious now
than scared.My boat glidded on its own (cause of the water) and I watched the
watercarefully. I floated to the middle of the lake almost and then I
heard it"Kevin! Where---" I stopped listening when a large HUGE HUGE shadow
slidefrom under my boat my and headed diagnoly and then turned from the
directionI went. MY eyes widen and I was to scared to scream, since it was
leaving meand going somewhere else I rowed fast trying to get back to camp,
I lookedleft and saw MORE LAKE blocked off by a gate. The sight was scary
to me, allthis water and darkness. I looked back and saw a large rippled coming
at me.I was terrified I didn't scream I just followe my instinct and rowed
for theisland. The rippled stopped beside me and a creature 40-50 feet
long slowlyrose out of the water. It's head was odd I can't describe much like
a snakeand horse scally with a like hair on the cheeks. Most of the body
wassubmerged but I could see it from under the murky water.I was hoping not to see a eye but it did open... It was hug and
yellowish itlooked at me and I muttered softly things I don't remember. It glided
gentlyto the side of me and bumped the boat. So soft but I moved near
shore. It unkand must have turned around cause in a instant reappeared in front
of me itrose its head out and was extremely close. It look at me and barely
openedits mouth and made a hissing noise but it was loud and like a burp
hiss Iknow its funny but it was weird to me. It sunk down again, I didn't
kno howdeep the water was but it was extremely deep... I titled the boat
and doveunder on purpose but I didn't mean to turn the boat over. I sunk
almost tothe bottom but I rose just as quick, I doggie paddled for my life,
I can'tswim, I sunk several times but I finally reached shore and grabbed
smalltrees the ground anything to climb up. I been on the island before
and I ranbut feel heavy right on the edge. I remember still hearing the hiss
noie butnot looking back. I ran threw the trees and headed for the bridge
to thecamp. I saw the bridge and looked across and saw my class and teachers.
Theywere about to go look for me the teachers franctically looking towards
theway I was suppose to come back from. I ran across the bridge muddy
and wet.My class surprised and I was too to see them concerned. my teacher
asked"What happpened did you fall out where?" I stuttered "I" and collasped
to theground and was breathing heavy. They walked me back to the camp
and Ishowered and dressed and laid on the top bunk wrapped in covers.
I was soscared yet excited about what I had been threw but I knew no one
wouldbelieve me. Then one of the people from the camp came in and went
beside mybed. After he asked if I was okay and I told him I was and he told
me thenthe boat was totalled. I was shocked but then he pulled somehing
out hispocket and showed it to me. You saw it didn't you he asked... I
was shockedYeah I said. He showed me a picture. The picture of the beast I
saw. H toldme he was scared by it too and many of the people (mostly campers
who strayand the consoulers) have seen it but they are all lairs and say
that it was ashark. HE said me and he are the only ones that have truly seen
the thing.And I will never forget it and I wake up at night after a dream
of beingeaten or seeing the beast again. I just wanna know where it came
from...-

Ghost Tour

By: rvsager01@yahoo.com

I recently visited Williamsburg, VA on a vacationtrip. I went on the ghost tour of the town. At thecollege of william and mary i glanced up a the windowon the 2nd floor. There was a grayish figure standingin thw window. My friend saw it too, but when i lookedback it was gone. I asked the tour guide about it andshe said the college had been used for a slave jailduring the war. She told me that a young boy hadescaped from the jail in the 2nd story window i sawthe small figure standing in. Only a few minutes afterhe escaped he was murdered. Then she told me that noone was in the building and all the doors were locked.I know what i saw and i swear i'm not making this up.

A Couple of Spooks

By: alyssa500@hotmail.com

I only have a couple of stories, the first i will tell you
occured at afriends house. I was spending the night with my friend Liz. Me,
her, and herbrother were all asleep in their family room (we had fallen asleep
afterwatching a movie, we were maybe 9, and Kevin, her brother was 8)
i was theonly one awake when i heard their doorknob start rattling, this
continuedfor a couple of minutes and stopped, i thought it was her dad, because
hecomes home very late at night most nights, so i dismissed the incident,
butwhen i thought about it later, now that i am 13, i realize that
her dadwould have either gotten his key out, knocked, gone to the back
door, or thegarage door,i didn't fall asleep for about 15 minutes after that,
it's avery small house, so i could have seen all three entrances from
where i waslaying. (What can i say, i was 8, i know you're thinking most 8
year oldswould have been freaking out, but what can i say? i was a stupid
8 year old)My second story also occured at Liz's house only a few monthes ago,
we wereplaying with my ouija board that i had brought over, we both got
very weirdsensations when using the board it seemed that the spirit was trying
tocommunicate through me, so i tried to talk to her, she seemed like
a veryweak spirit, and it was taking a lot of her energy to talk to us.
First, iclosed my eyes and concentrated on contacting a spirit, and a woman
flashedinto my mind, in a garden, the next second, rose petals flashed
into myhead, and the name hannah, we were both freaking out, because this
was thefirst time either of us had gotten the board to work, i also experienced
agreat sadness, and everytime i placed my hands on the planchtte
(the messageindicater) the tips of my fingers got icy cold, but when i raised
my handsoff the planchette, they returned to normal, i also started having
troublebreathing, and my side started hurting really bad everytime we put
out handson the board, so we put the board away for the night. the experiences
at myhouse are really no big deal, nothing like what happened at Liz's
house, mygrandfather died in our house, and it's basically just my doors
that areweird, once i came home from school, and my moms door sounded like
it openedreally hard and hit the wall behind it, although i was home alone,
my twodogs were asleep on the floor in the same room as me, and my cat
didn'thave NEAR enough force to make a door do that. This happened
about 3 times,and stopped, so i called my friend, liz, who wont think im crazy
when i tellher about my paranormal experiences, as soon as i started tellling
her whatwas happening, it started again, this was enough to make me crap
my pants,and i was freaking out at this point, but i decided to just forget
it, mylast experience also included one of my doors, i was closing the
door, andabout three-four inches to being closed, it FLEW out of my hand,
and slammeditself, like someone on the other side of the door was pulling it
away frommy, to close it on their side, but when i checked there was no one
there. Mysister has also had experiences in our den, she told me her story
when i wasabout 11 years old (my grandfather died in the den, he didn't leave
thatroom the last 3 monthes of his life, and he had been dead about
2-3 yearsthen) we have a big wooden beam in the middle of the den, and every
once ina while my sister will see something out of the corner of her eye
"looking"at her from behind the beam,but when she looks, the "thing", will
be goneshe has always thought that it's a little boy with blonde hair,
in overalls,at about four years old, her then boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend,
told her hehad a really weird dream he had last night the first time he saw
our house,(he hadn't ever seen our house, and she hadn't said anything about
a beam inour house before he told her this story, and there is NO way that
he couldhave known this, he didn't know any of her friends, because they
went todifferent schools) he told her that he had a dream about something
big andbrown, and a little boy with BLONDE hair, in blue OVERALLS was peekingaround it, and it looked exactly like the beam in our den. Sorry
my story isso long, if anyone has anything to say about these stories, e-mail
me!

Haunted In Santee, CA

By: afox@arrowheadgrp.com

I have always thought that ghosts exist. I never had any proof
to speak of(until recently), it was just something I believed. I moved
to Santee,California about 8 months ago and have since obtained what I believe
to beproof of ghosts.I share a small, one bedroom apartment with my husband in the small
town ofSantee. Ever since first arriving in the apartment I have
had the feelingof never really being alone. My husband is in the NAVY and
is often gonefor 3 or 4 days at a time and I am left "alone" in the apartment.
I alwaysfeel a presence though---something watching me.The first thing that happened that got the attention of both
(my husbandand myself) of us was the day the light in the kitchen turned off
by itself.We were both standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when the
light overhead just went out. We at first thought the bulb had burned
out, but uponinvestigation found that the switch had been flipped. We were
the only onesin the house and were facing each other--away from the switch--when
thisoccurred. Can you say, goose bumps?!The next thing that happened, which convinced both of us that we
were notalone in the house, is the morning we awoke late for work to find
the entireapartment in disarray. First it was odd that we woke up late.
We alwaysset the alarm clock for 4:30 and are both paranoid about being late
so weboth check it before going to bed to make sure it's set right.
When we wokeup this particular morning, the alarm clock had been turned off
and was setfor 6 in the morning. When we left our bedroom (the door was
closed,something neither of us ever does) to start hastily getting ready
for work,we were alarmed by what we found.I had been doing laundry when we went to bed. When we awoke,
the dryer doorwas open, with clothes strewn through out the hallway and the washer
lid wasopen, revealing water and laundry sitting in it---it was opened
before thespin cycle obviously. The TV in the living room was on---muted
however--along with the radio, VCR and cable box. All the clocks had different
timeson them---none of them correct--- and every light in the place was
on. Allwindows and doors were closed and locked, so no living person was
in theapartment. The other thing is, how did we sleep through all
this??The most recent thing has been this last week and only affects me.
Everynight, for the last 7 nights, I have awoken at exactly 3:32AM, startled
andfrightened. Every night I get the sensation that I'm being
watched, but Ican't find anyone in the apartment and turning on all the lights
does notmake the feeling diminish. The "episode" generally lasts until
4:45 or sowhen the feeling of alarm just goes away and I can go back to sleep.
Thefirst five days this occurred I was home alone and figured I was
just notsleeping well with out my husband. The last two nights he
has been home andsound asleep through it all. Today he leaves again and I'm
curious to seeif it continues.I don't know for sure if it's the spirit in my apartment that's
causing mysleeping problem or something else?? Other than this last
week, there hasnever been a steady stream of things going on. The light switch
thing wasback in December of 2000 and the crazy morning was in February.
Any insightfrom anyone would be greatly appreciated. I'm sick of being
awake everynight--I'm getting tired!